"Yao Yue, Lian Xing, Wudang Mountain has beautiful mountains and clear waters, you can retreat here." Qin Xiu suggested with a smile.
In the original work.
Yao Yue was also stuck at the eighth level and had been stuck in place for decades.
Later, she was trapped in a desperate situation. Under the huge pressure of the threat of death at any time, she stimulated her potential, broke through herself, and achieved the ninth level of Mingyu Gong in one fell swoop, and her strength became even more terrifying.
"good!"
"Just retreat in Wudang Mountain."
Yaoyue and Lianxing nodded.
And when they break through the ninth level and enter the celestial realm, the first thing they do when they come out of seclusion is to find Qin Xiu to share their joy.
"Senior Brother Qin, can you change the place?"
Hong Dongbin didn't want to see such a fierce woman as Yao Yue.
Qin Xiu ignored him.
Instead, he looked at Li Hanyi and asked:
"Xueyue Sword Immortal, do you want to retreat here?"
"Not interested in."
Li Hanyi immediately refused.
She was not trapped in the ninth level of Mingyu Gong, and even if she wanted to retreat, she would go back to Cangshan in Xueyue City to retreat, so that she and Yao Yue would not be in Wudang together, and they might start fighting again in the middle of the retreat.
"Then let's set off to Qingcheng Mountain."
Qin Xiu's Wudang and his party have completed their merits and don't want to waste time. If they arrive at Qingcheng Mountain as soon as possible, they can meet Zhao Yuzhen as soon as possible, so that they can gain reputation and rewards as soon as possible.
Sikong Changfeng: "Okay!"
Li Hanyi said: "Then you must be prepared to be beaten, haha."
Qin Xiu didn't take it seriously, smiled and said:
"When we get to Qingcheng Mountain, we can't tell who will beat whom."
Although the sword immortal Zhao Yuzhen is powerful, Qin Xiu is not afraid at all. After all, he is in the Wugou Zhixuan realm. He is invincible at the same level and can fight at higher levels. Unless he meets the land immortal, he will run rampant in the world, fearless and unstoppable. .
"But before I leave, I want to see Mr. Zhang and ask some questions."
When Qin Xiu said these words, he silently looked at a locust tree, thoughtfully.
I saw a butterfly emerging from its cocoon on a branch of the locust tree, spreading its wings and about to fly. Its wings were shining brilliantly in the sun.
"Go ahead."
"Young Master Qin, we are waiting for you at the foot of the mountain."
"Hold on."
………………
In Wutian Mountain, he is in charge of the Zen room.
The Seven Heroes of Wudang, headed by Song Yuanqiao, were guarding the door of the meditation room with swords, their faces solemn, and they were strictly on guard. No other people were allowed to approach the room.
And indoors.
Zhang Sanfeng sat cross-legged on a futon. In front of him was a coffin, in which an old Taoist priest lay peacefully.
The deceased was obviously Mu Taoist.
"Junior Brother Mu, I will never forget the sacrifices and contributions you made to Wudang Mountain. Now, I just hope that the sky can provide a glimmer of hope, otherwise I will feel guilty for my brother and have trouble sleeping and eating."
Talking leisurely, full of longing.
Zhang Sanfeng slowly moved his hands while talking to the corpse.
Tsk tsk tsk!
Tsk tsk tsk!
A streak of extremely pure and vast pure yang fingerlight shot on the various large points of Mu Taoist's corpse.
The pure yang finger power at the level of land gods penetrates into the skin, moisturizes and heals it, making the body as intact as new, with a ruddy complexion and a body that does not rot.
If you look carefully you will find it.
A layer of golden hair grows on the back of Mu Taoist's hand. As Zhang Sanfeng transfers his power, the golden hair is growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, refracting golden light, which is very magical.
And such golden fuzz.
Mu Taoist's arms, neck, face, feet, chest, back...everywhere on his body has been covered with growths.
His entire body was wrapped in golden fluff, which was more akin to a golden silkworm cocoon than a big rice dumpling.
Just then.
Outside the door, the voices of Song Yuanqiao and others came.
"I've met Mr. Qin!"
"I wonder why Young Master Qin came here suddenly?"
Zhang Sanfeng only heard Qin Xiu say:
"Master Song, is Master Zhang in the house? I have some questions and I want to interview Master Zhang."
"I'm just afraid..."
Song Yuanqiao's voice was a bit awkward.
Wang Chonglou’s voice said:
"Little friend Qin, Master Zhang is sorting out Taoist Mu's relics. He is in a sad mood at the moment. He doesn't even want to see us, and we don't dare to disturb him, so do you think..."
The implication was that Qin Xiu should retreat.
In the room, Zhang Sanfeng suddenly said:
"Junior Brother Wang, who is outside the house?"
"Brother Qi, this is Xiaoyou Qin. He wants to see you."
"Qin Xiaoyou is not an outsider, please let him in."
"Yes! Brother Headmaster!"
Crunch~~~~
The door of the Zen room was pushed open and Qin Xiu walked in.
"I've seen a real person."
After taking a few steps to the house and standing in front of the coffin, Qin Xiu looked at Zhang Sanfeng and said.
Zhang Sanfeng said kindly:
"Little friend Qin, you are the honorary headmaster of Wudang Mountain, and your status is equal to that of the poor Taoist. There is no need to be so formal. Just find a seat and sit down casually. If you have any questions, it doesn't matter. There are no outsiders here."
He seemed to expect that Qin Xiu would have questions.
"good."
Qin Xiu got straight to the point:
"Zhenzhen Zhang, this junior is going to leave Wudang Mountain today and go to Qingcheng Mountain to meet Taoist Sword Immortal Zhao Yuzhen. I have been really disturbing and causing trouble these days."
"You're welcome, little friend."
Zhang Sanfeng smiled kindly and said:
"The Battle of Wudang has ended, and all the heroes have returned to the sect. Yesterday, my little friend killed several Zhixuan masters with one shot, defeated Murong Fu, beheaded Zuo Lengchan, destroyed Ghost Villa, and fought against the Immortal Sword Divine Ape. This This time it was really famous, hahaha.”
Qin Xiu muttered:
"But there are some things that I can't figure out, so I would like to ask Master Zhang for advice."
"Huh? Tell me?"
Zhang Sanfeng picked up the tea cup, and the old god was drinking on the ground.
Qin Xiu said bluntly:
"The real person is in the realm of land gods and knows everything. However, Taoist Mu secretly established the Ghost Villa and trained killers. It stands to reason that you would not be unaware of such a big thing."
This was the first flaw Qin Xiu discovered.
"You go on."
Zhang Sanfeng put down his tea cup, his eyes shining with kindness.
Qin Xiu asked again:
"Also, Ghost Villa is well-organized and has not been discovered for decades,"
"But last night,"
"I was caught by Huang Rong and poisoned the wine. Huang Rong's martial arts is not that high. This is too careless. When did Mu Taoist become so sloppy? This doesn't make sense!"
This is the second flaw Qin Xiu discovered.
"So what do you think, little friend?"
Zhang San's plump eyes were filled with admiration.
Qin Xiu boldly deduced:
"I think these things may have been done intentionally by Mu Taoist. He deliberately let Huang Rong see it. He was sure that Huang Rong didn't care about the life or death of others, but she would definitely tell me that the wine was poisonous."
"Why would Master Kemu do this?"
Zhang Sanfeng asked back with a kind smile.
Qin Xiu thought for a while and sighed:
"At first, I couldn't figure out why he was like this. I could only take it one step at a time. It wasn't until I fought against him that I realized that what he was practicing was actually the Heavenly Silkworm Art. I understood it completely."
"Celestial Silkworm Divine Art? So what?"
Zhang Sanfeng felt it was getting more and more interesting, and he became more and more optimistic about Qin Xiu.
Qin Xiu said word for word:
"Outsiders only know that the Heavenly Silkworm Magic Technique is a secret of Wudang Mountain. No one has been able to refine it for hundreds of years. Once it is refined, it is extremely powerful. There are few techniques in the world that can compete with it. But as far as I know, the Heavenly Silkworm Magic Technique The most powerful thing is far from it.”
"Oh? What is that?"
Zhang Sanfeng asked in a persuasive manner.
Qin Xiu looked at Zhang Sanfeng and uttered eight words:
"To! Die! And! Live!"
"Broken! Cocoon! Made! Butterfly!"
Back then, the senior who wrote down the magical technique of the Celestial Silkworm created this magical technique based on the natural laws of the Celestial Silkworm spinning silk and breaking out of cocoons into butterflies.
"Zhenzhen Zhang, I suspect that Mu Taoist died under my gun on purpose, just to achieve the highest level of the Heavenly Silkworm Art, to be born to death, to be reborn in Nirvana, and to step into the Celestial Realm in one fell swoop!!"
Click!
The tea cup in Zhang Sanfeng's hand cracked and his eyes became bright.
